What is this sensation?
What have I become?
Time has passed so fast, I look back and cannot remember what became of the first years of my life.
My first day in high school seems to have only been a week ago.
I just cannot believe that I am a senior now.
Where did those four years go?
I don't know exactly what will become of me.
The faces of my friends cross my eyes.
What will happen to them?
I hope they are not as scared as I am.
I do not think that they are.
They have not felt their calling in a place over a thousand miles away.
On graduation day, they will not take their diploma and move to California.
They will not leave everything that they have ever known, everyone whom they have ever loved.
What will become of my loved ones when I turn my back on them and leave?
The time to leave draws near and my heart quickens with fear.
I know that I may never return home, never see my friends and family again.
As I leave, I know that a piece of my heart will break off and stay here, in my homeland, with the ones I care about.
I will feel the pain in my chest every day and wonder about things.
About my friends.
About my family.
About myself.
But I want to go to Hollywood.
I want to be an actor.
It is my calling.
But I'm scared, so scared.
I will leave, that much I know.
But what will become of my memory once I go?
What have I become?
Time has passed so fast, I look back and cannot remember what became of the first years of my life.
My first day in high school seems to have only been a week ago.
I just cannot believe that I am a senior now.
Where did those four years go?
I don't know exactly what will become of me.
The faces of my friends cross my eyes.
What will happen to them?
I hope they are not as scared as I am.
I do not think that they are.
They have not felt their calling in a place over a thousand miles away.
On graduation day, they will not take their diploma and move to California.
They will not leave everything that they have ever known, everyone whom they have ever loved.
What will become of my loved ones when I turn my back on them and leave?
The time to leave draws near and my heart quickens with fear.
I know that I may never return home, never see my friends and family again.
As I leave, I know that a piece of my heart will break off and stay here, in my homeland, with the ones I care about.
I will feel the pain in my chest every day and wonder about things.
About my friends.
About my family.
About myself.
But I want to go to Hollywood.
I want to be an actor.
It is my calling.
But I'm scared, so scared.
I will leave, that much I know.
But what will become of my memory once I go?